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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER5~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I can't believe that happened," I said.

"What DID happen?" Evan asked.

"Nothing I just felt nauseas," I said avoiding his eyes.

"But then why did you say 'Alex it hurt really bad'?" he asked.

"Cause it did," I said defensivly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 6~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Liese, time too get up honey," said a genlte soothing voice.

I heard my mom whispering gently in my ear that it was time to

get up. I had no idea what for. My brain doesn't function this early in the

morning.

"Got to go to school Kitten," she said again, using my nickname that Dad and

her use to call me.

She hardly ever called me that.

"Okay, I'm up. I don't see why we can't wait a week to go," I complained,

dragging myself out of my nice, warm, toasty bed.

"You know why. Besides what would you do? Sit around and watch tv all day."

"That would be a little hard, considering the fact that we don't have a tv,"

I said sarcastically.

"Your right, but come get up," she said as she tapped my butt.

I took a shower, scrubed myself down with my Sunflower soap,

washed my hair with my Paul Mitchel Tea Tree, shaved my legs and got out.

I split my hair straight down the back, braded it on each

side, and put my Biolage gel in it. Next I searched through my

closet and found the perfect outfit, it was a black cotten skirt that came

to the middle of my thighs, it fit to me like a second skin, and my sirt was

just the same, it was hot pink, and it went above my belly button. I put on

my peach lip gloss and I really didn't need to put on any more because I had

good natural colors. I put on my black knee highs and my strappy high heel

shoes, they

weren't the long, slender heel, but the fat bulcky kind. I looked at myself

in the mirror. I looked pretty good for not spending hours on my self like

Deanna.

"DEANNA, get out of the bathroom. You've been in there for

an hour in a half," Alex screamed, "Is there a law in that damn

book you read that says girls have to take hours at a time to get ready?"

I laughed, the usual routine.

"Hey Evan, I'm done, you can use my bathroom," I said smiling at him.

"You ARE a lifesaver."

"Don't I know it," I said as he kissed me on my forehead.

If there was ever a better brother, which there couldn't be, it was Evan. He

was the best and I loved him so much.

I went down stairs and sat at the table where mom gave me my

usual breakfast, eggs, bacon, sauage, and buttered toast.

"Thanks mudder," I said remembering a song from when we HAD T.V.

"Oh honey, please don't start with that," she said smiling a tiny bit.

Just then Deanna came down.

"Ugh, how can you eat that stuff?"

"Unlike you Deanna my dear, I do not starve myself with one

bagle, nothing on it, and a glass of orange juice," I said looking at her

food with distaste.

"Well at least it's heathy," she argued.

"Yeah, RIGHT," I put a little Umph on the right.

We finished eating while Alex was in the bathroom. He came down, the toaster

poped and out came his Poptart.

"Come on lets go," he said as he yanked his book bag from the seat and

rushed out towards the jeep.